Amelia Geneseo Brothel ❤️❤️

About Houston

What pisses me off? The fake charm. “Oh, welcome, sugar!” Shut up. Gimme truth—tired eyes, real stories. Surprised me once, heard a gal saved up, bought a ranch. Good for her, ditchin’ that life. Happy? Nah, just less annoyed. “I’m a simple man,” I’d tell Amélie. She’d nod, probly say, “I’m not a dreamer.” Brothels ain’t dreams, they’re raw deals. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d burn one down before joinin’ the party. Hate everything, ‘specially perfumed sheets. Stick to my cabin, my bacon, my *Amélie* DVD—pure, no bullshit.

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Eternal Sunshine vibes are strong here. I often think, “Erase your memories, let go…” while meditating in our spa. I swear the aroma of lavender and eucalyptus mingles with the Geneseo breeze. It makes me wanna throw my hands in the air and shout, “This is it!” each morning.

SUNY Geneseo shatters relay mark, holds team lead after Thursday at 2025 Empire 8 Men's Swimming and Diving Championships